GINNY says nothing, HARRY looks up at her.

HARRY: "Don't worry, I haven't touched anything. Your shrine is preserved." (He winces.) "Sorry. Bad choice of words."

GINNY: "Are you not listening to me? I'm sorry too."

GINNY nods. HARRY starts to cry.

HARRY: "I shouldn't have survived -- it was my destiny to die -- even Dumbledore thought so -- and yet I lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people -- all these people -- my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty -- and it's me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage -- and it's my fault."

GINNY: "I was wrong -- to blame you. I always accuse you of jumping to things and it was me who -- Albus went missing and I assumed it was your fault. I'm sorry I did that."

HARRY is sitting on ALBUS's bed. GINNY enters. She looks at him.

HARRY: "I chased him away. I chased him to her."

GINNY: "Can we not treat this as if the battle is already lost?"

GINNY: "Surprised to find you here."

HARRY: "I'm sorry, Gin…"

HARRY: "You know I've had some pretty terrible Hallows' Eves -- but this is undoubtedly at least the -- second worst."

HARRY: "You don't think this is my fault?"

GINNY: "Harry, he was kidnapped by a powerful Dark witch, how can that be your fault?"

GINNY: "He's not dead. Do you hear me, Harry? He's not dead."

He picks up the blanket. He discovers it has holes in it. He looks at it, dismayed.

She takes HARRY in her arms. There is a big pause filled with pure unhappiness.

GINNY: "Harry, it has -- something -- written --"

HARRY: "But if I'd stopped him sooner? All that blood on my hands. And now our son has been taken too --"

HARRY: "What?"

This has got holes in it. Ron's idiotic love potion has burnt through it, right through it. Look at this. It's ruined. Ruined.

GINNY: "They were killed by Voldemort."

He opens up the blanket. He sees writing burnt through it. He's surprised.

On another part of the stage, ALBUS and SCORPIUS appear.

HARRY sways a moment, unsure. Then he notices the blanket. He walks towards it.

HARRY: "This blanket is all I have, you know… of that Hallows' Eve. This is all I have to remember them. And whilst --"

SCORPIUS: "We're starting with 'Dad'?"

HARRY: "The Boy Who Lived. How many people have to die for the Boy Who Lived?"

ALBUS: "'Dad'…"

SCORPIUS: "'Dad, HELP.'"

ALBUS (firm): "We're starting with 'Dad'."

ALBUS: "So he'll know it's from me."

GINNY looks at HARRY, and then back at the blanket.

HARRY: "'Dad,' does it say, 'Dad'? It's not that distinct…"

HARRY: "No. It's a date. 31st October, 1981. The date my parents were killed."

GINNY: "'ello'? Does that say 'Hello'? And then… 'Good.'"

ALBUS: "'Dad. Help. Godric's Hollow.'"

HARRY looks up, several thoughts smashing through his brain at once.

SCORPIUS: "Harry is his name. We should start with 'Harry.'"

GINNY: "Give me that. My eyesight is better than yours. Yes. 'Dad Hello Good' -- that's not 'Hello' again -- that's 'Hallow' or 'Hollow'? And then some numbers -- these are clearer -- '3 -- 1 -- 1 -- 0 -- 8 -- 1.' Is this one of those Muggle telephone numbers? Or a grid reference or a…"

HARRY: "'Dad. Help. Godric's Hollow. 31/10/81.' It's a message. Clever boy left me a message."

HARRY: "'Dad Hello Good Hello?' No. This is… a strange joke."

GINNY: "That doesn't say 'Hello.' It says 'Help.'"

GINNY: "Albus wrote this?"

HARRY kisses GINNY hard.

HARRY: "I'll send an owl to Hermione. You send one to Draco. Tell them to meet us at Godric's with the Time-Turner."

HARRY: "Of course you're coming. We have a chance, Ginny, and by Dumbledore -- that's all that we need -- a chance."

GINNY: "We haven't got them back again yet."

HARRY: "And he's told me where they are and when they are and now we know where she is, we know where we can fight her."

He kisses her hard again.

GINNY: "And it is "us," okay? Don't even think about going back without me, Harry."